Beauty School Drop-In , Part 2

I've wanted to create a sequel for this story for quite awhile. I hope you enjoy the continuation. It's a bit of a long one! Oh, and I was pleased to discover more pics of the same model to continue James's tale!

Do you think he'll ever go back to being a boy?

P.S. I included Part 1 so you don't need to go searching.  😀

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James stared at his mother with a sullen expression. “I don’t want to go!”

His mother sighed. “Do we have to go through this every time? These appearances are in your contract, Jennifer.”

“Don’t call me that!” James cried. “You know my real name. Hell, you gave it to me!” 

His mother glared. “It’s not my fault you make such a pretty girl. Hell, I’m a beautician—and a woman—and I’m maybe half as gorgeous as you are. You should be grateful. Stop acting like such a spoiled brat.”

She turned away and walked out of his bedroom.

James looked at himself in the mirror. He looked sad, but it only made him look tragically beautiful. The hormones had done a number on him. Before all this, he’d been a scrawny boy hardly anyone would have noticed. Now? His “scrawniness” had become “slender,” with biggish boobs which his mother claimed came from her side of the family. He reached up and touched his face. It felt so smooth. He didn’t understand how people could find him attractive. They knew what he was, and they just…didn’t care.

God, how had everything gone so fucking wrong? It all started at that damned beautician’s conference.

At the conclusion of the conference, his mother had brought him up on stage and—to James’ utter mortification—revealed to the audience that he was really a young man. But the revelation didn‘t go over as well as she hoped. People—especially the men James had flirted with, as she’d directed—were livid.

Seeing the crowd turning on her, his mother had improvised. “This is my son, but not for long!” she’d said. “A few weeks ago, he told me he’s really a girl. He is transitioning, and this was his first time out in public as his true self. Thank you for being so kind to him-I mean, to her!”

After that big announcement, the crowd didn’t seem mad anymore. In fact, they seemed proud of themselves for being so accepting. James, on the other hand, was miserable for deceiving everyone and pissed at his mother for putting him in this situation. But at least it was over.

Only it wasn’t. His makeover into “Jennifer” had been such a hit that his mother dragged him to every beautician’s conference she could find over the next four months. And James had to show up as Jennifer for every one of them. More surprisingly, Jennifer got modeling offers. James turned them down at first but playing hard to get only seemed to encourage them more. Soon, the money they were offering made it impossible to refuse, so he gave in.

He hated every minute of every photoshoot. He was a guy, not a girl! He didn’t want to wear those stupid dresses and have makeup applied to his face. He didn’t want to have his long hair styled. But the money was too good to turn down, and the jobs kept coming. Before he knew it, he was making enough money to quit his job at the coffee shop. A half a year later, he even bought a small house for him and his mother. But even then, she still didn’t want him to give up modeling.

“The sky is the limit for Jennifer!” she said. “All you need to do is embrace your feminine side. Let’s go see a doctor about prescribing a small dose of hormones.”

Of course, the “small dose” had led to higher doses. And the higher doses had led to more physical changes: He developed softer skin, rounder hips, and, of course, breasts. All of which had made him even more popular.

James had wanted to quit. He really did. But it also seemed impossible. College seemed out of the question. Not because he couldn’t afford it, but because he’d become so popular on Instagram that he’d have to attend as Jennifer. 

Now, at the age of twenty, he was the number one top paid transgender model in the country. 

“Jennifer!” his mother called from downstairs. “You’re going to be late!”

He groaned and got out of bed. He had to get dressed and do his hair and makeup, at least enough to look decent. Then, his driver would take him to the site of the photoshoot. Today, it was on a beach… Maybe? They all blended together. All he knew is it would be a long day.

The worst part about all this was that, although he pretended to blame his mother, deep in his heart, he knew this was his fault. He could’ve said no. He could’ve quit. But he didn’t, and he wouldn’t. He’d chosen this life. James had become Jennifer, now and forever.